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    DISTANT HORIZON 

    As the nature gave  my hair a colour of peace, 
    I yearned for peace of mind. 
    Mind, the mother of thoughts, 
    Tinged with myriad colours of thoughts, 
    Weakened by friction of time, 
    Longed for a peaceful evening of life. 
    Sat I on the rock, with gloomy eyes, 
    As the evening zephyr murmured in my ears: 
    "I am time, the eternal, the deathless, 
    Mentor of your destiny! 
    Life's a day's work from dawn to dusk, 
    Learn to live it in the shine of bask. 
    Striving to enjoy my eternity; 
    You, fool, you are bereft, 
    Of the moonlit night, which's a myth, 
    As the evening of life entombs you. 
    Don't swagger, you may see your second childhood, 
    For, your destiny is in my hand. 
    Behind the cerulean sky, 
    Where your eyes have no wings to reach, 
    Flies your greedy mind with imaginary wings, 
    To ascend the throne of life after death." 

 
    Yet, when the night devoured the Sun, 
    Stood I at the noon of my life. 
    Triumphant was I, as the evening died, 
    To welcome the cool moonlit night, 
    Moon struck, on a new moon night! 
    As the breeze flowed into my ears, 
    Time said: "The sunset you see, 
    Is not the sunset of your life. 
    Morrows are the soothsayers of sorrows, 
    Sorrows are the dead of yesterdays; 
    Barrows on the tombs of yesterdays, 
    Are hallowed by those of yesterdays, 
    And followed by those of today, 
    And in the shadows will follow unknown morrows." 
    Bellowed my harrowing mind in disgust, 
    As time continued in my ears, 
    "Swallow the fear of death, 
    Follow the reality, the eternal truth." 
    Yet slough of despond preyed on my mind, 
    Mournful evening bid farewell to the day; 
    The wail of woe sang the song death, 
    As I stood at the noon of my life, 
    In the tranquility of the dead evening. 
All rights reserved-SK Iyer-1999
 
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